This is a fic I've been working on for a friend. She wanted something to commemorate the most recent chapters of Naruto (and she always gets the fics she wants, she asks, I write). This is the first of what I think will be a three parter, though I am not looking forward to the last part. Bon apetite!
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“They’re not your students anymore. They are soldiers under my command.”
It was a widely acknowledged fact that jounins are all jerks. Every last one of them. Even Kurenai had initially changed from this sweet, understanding chuunin to Miss Bitch. Hopefully, she would adjust with time to this new position, but until she stopped rolling her eyes at the “silly antics of schoolteachers,” his opinion of her would stay right where it was.
Okay, so maybe he was a little sore about her part in the Chuunin Exams also. But it was nothing compared to that bastard Kakashi.
“His soldiers? His soldiers!? What the hell!?”
The exclamation was accompanied by several dull thunks as a number of kunai hit their respective targets in the training field. Iruka had been throwing every kunai and shuriken in his arsenal for the past two hours at various objects. If he ran out, he’d just collect everything, put it back where it belonged, and start over.
“Just because he’s a freak” thunk “doesn’t mean his soldiers” thunk “are ready for this!” thunk
“And just because you were sixteen before you passed, doesn’t mean they aren’t.”
Iruka’s fist clenched around the kunai he had been about to throw, keeping himself from hurtling it at the insufferable bastard’s face. He took in a deep breath to calm himself before turning to face the jerk known as Kakashi Hatake.
Or, that’s what any reasonable person would do.
Instead, Iruka let launch the very dangerous projectile in the opposite direction of his original target, feinted to the left and leapt to the right to avoid a counter, and then turned to face the jerk known as Kakashi Hatake.
He had caught the kunai, of course. Iruka was pleased to see that it would have hit Kakashi’s right eye.
“So… you’re still mad.”
“Damn right I’m mad, Kakashi!” Iruka threw another kunai at the man for emphasis. Kakashi had enough sense not to block this one -- it ghosted by his head, taking a few exceptionally unruly hairs with it.
That was enough for Iruka. Having taken out an acceptable amount of rage at Kakashi, Iruka’s shoulders slumped and his glare lost its edge before leaving his face entirely. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a big, sulking child.
Kakashi, that bastard, just looked all the more amused.
“Can we have make up sex now?”
Iruka didn’t answer. Instead, he took out another kunai and started digging into the ground with it.
This threw Kakashi off. Iruka didn’t sulk. He got pissy, threw a fit, apologized for throwing projectiles along with the fit, and things were fine. There was something different going on today.
It took Kakashi all of ten seconds to figure out what.
“You’re legitimately afraid for him.”
The look he got in return made Kakashi feel like an idiot.
“Iruka.” He tried to keep his voice as un-exasperated as he could, sitting down next to the pouting chuunin. “He passed the first test with enough heart to keep seventy-seven other genins from dropping out, if Ibiki’s word is any to go by. Right now, they’re off in the Forest of-”
“Of what, Kakashi?” Iruka turned to his companion and sometimes lover. “Forest of what? Death? They’re in the Forest of Death, Kakashi. Death!”
Kakashi’s gaze was unmoved.
“Yes, the Forest of Death. Where, if I remember correctly, a newly appointed chuunin once waited for several hours before a certain ANBU showed up.”
Iruka used to blush when that was brought up. The skin around his scar would darken and he would stammer once or twice before snapping at Kakashi for whatever reason. Tonight, he cast a glance towards the forest before settling his own unmoved expression on the Copy Nin.
“He’s like my little brother. I have every right to be worried about him.”
“And he’s apparently my nephew, so I have every right to put him in situations where he’s bound to be in some form of danger!” Kakashi declared cheerfully.
The chuunin just stared at him for a very long moment.
“What?”
“Nephew?”
Kakashi waved his hand at that, as if shoeing away whatever notion Iruka had in his head.
“Just something the fourth said once. But none of that matters because Naruto will be just fine! So stop worrying because all that’s doing is taking time away from us.”
Iruka let out a reluctant smile, but it only stayed a moment before dropping again as he turned to Kakashi.
“Fine, I’ll let go of all my worrying tonight, but you,” he jabbed a finger into the jounins chest for emphasis “if one thing happens to him, you will never-”
“Never hear the end of it, never have sex again, never see the light of day, yea, I know.” Kakashi poked Iruka in the nose, a teasing lilt in his voice.
Iruka, indignant as always, promptly stood up and started walking towards the village.
“Now you don’t get to know what you’ll never because I wasn’t going to say anything on your list.”
Kakashi grinned and chased after him. It wouldn’t be fair to know what to defend against before hand; that was practically cheating.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
And representing every short, blond man missing half his limbs...
Time for some FMA! I had worked on this a lot in November (totally ignoring my studies in order to do it too) so I decided to (ignore my studies again) post it and see what you think.
I like to think someone will comment someday TT_TT
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Nearly ten years had passed since the death of Fuhrer Bradley. The first few years found the military unstable; it went through four new Fuhrers until it finally stabilized (with the help of thousands of officers that couldn’t bare the collapse of the entire Amestris government). Over the years, several key players in the Reconstruction - as it was dubbed by the civilians - rose through the ranks, while those who presented problems and were overall roadblocks found themselves demoted or discharged immediately. The military was a fragile thing these days.
Which was why Edward Elric found himself being sent, once again, to dismiss another group of trouble makers. This had been half his work since he decided to reclaim his position in the crumbling institution. Ed felt he could do some good here, help rebuild the government. Maybe if he was part of the Reconstruction, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing in the future.
Maybe, one day, being the dog of the military would not be such a bad thing.
It was the only thing that kept him going on days like this. Days when he would go around and say, “Hey, the military has a problem with you, get lost.” Not technically what he was advised to say - Hawkeye had actually instructed him to be much more tactful and not at all himself as these soldiers were considered rogues and generally had guns. Of course, he had never been afraid of guns and Fury had a nice scar over his left eye to prove it.
And that was why he was sent out. Different Lieutenant Generals were given different jobs to hand out to be “more efficient” - the current Fuhrer, Grosow, liked “efficiency,” which Ed quite frankly thought was just another term for laziness - and his Lieutenant General decided the newly appointed Colonel deserved this job. Of course, his Lieutenant General would not allow him any subordinates, so Edward found himself doing all of the work himself.
This was because his Lieutenant General was none other than Roy Mustang.
Mustang, of course, kept his sense of humor after the Event - dubbed such by Ed so he didn’t have to think about what it really was. There was a period where he lost it, of course, right after. He lost everything right after. It took Hawkeye, Black Hayate, a steak dinner, Havoc, a rather disreputable woman, Edward’s old automail, and a lot of ammunition to get him out of that depression, but it made for a story that they would never, ever tell again. And those were just loads of fun to have in your past.
Once he was knocked out of that stupor (and had his promotion to Brigadier General made permanent due to his part in stopping the “homunculus invasion”) he went right back to being the bastard he’d always been.
After he promoted Edward to Lieutenant Colonel that is. It had been the surprise of Ed’s life. No one had expected it; it wasn’t like Roy disliked having complete control over Ed - it amused him to no end, Brieda had explained to him once. The autonomy of a Lieutenant Colonel would greatly restrict his control. But it didn’t happen like that.
Because he wasn’t allowed subordinates.
“It’s a symbolic promotion,” Mustang had said as he finished shelving his texts. He had moved into an new, bigger office in central after his promotion. That was fine to Ed, as it meant it was much easier to find and more satisfying to slam the door of. It resounded for entire minutes.
“What the hell's a symbolic promotion?” Ed had asked, ready to symbolically pound the man’s head in. It would be a symbol of his anger. On Roy’s face.
“It means that I’m acknowledging your work, but you are still first and foremost another one of my officers that I plan to use to my full advantage.”
Edward understood that, someplace in his head he did. It was perfectly logical and would help Roy reach that level that was just over that next horizon.
He still found himself fingering the release switch on his right arm, wondering if he should throw it at Roy and run before the man knew what had happened. That would be childish though.
And he was fairly sure Mustang wasn’t above melting down his automail.
So today, promoted once more - right after Mustang became promoted to Lieutenant General - Ed found himself sending many young men (and women) back home with dishonorable discharges. He had finally finished this long tedious task only to remember he had a mountain of paper work back at his desk. Joy.
That was the other half of his work these days. He had never realized how much he would miss those adventures, those life or death situations that caused him so much grief at the time.
He also kind of missed being the hero. It boosted his ego in ways he’d never realized - sure, he had been pretty arrogant for most of those years, but he had been happy to be arrogant. And everyone knew Mustang enjoyed his arrogance, so it wasn't too bad that Ed had liked his.
Upon returning to the office, he made his weary way to his desk. That’s all he got. A desk. Mustang had had an office and a team of underlings as a Colonel, as well as all sorts of other privileges.
When Edward was promoted to Colonel, he got a desk.
He supposed that was better than nothing. When he was a Lieutenant Colonel, he had all the paperwork and no desk. That had sucked.
On his desk, like most other days, was a small hill of paperwork. It was even more tedious than dismissing rogues as all most pages needed were his initials. Initials, not even his full name. Today was no different. The first twenty pages or so just needed a quick Col. E.E. at the bottom. Edward didn’t see how this really did anything as there could easily be a Colonel Evan Eldridge or something similar. Maybe Roy would pass them on to more underlings who would then stamp each page with the office.
He didn’t read any of the papers, of course. This pissed off Hawkeye often, as she had to go through everything before hand to make sure he wasn’t signing something detrimental. Roy had done the same thing when he was Colonel, Hawkeye loved to inform him. She had just let him go on like that until one day Brieda didn’t show up for work. He wasn’t in the next day, either, or anytime that week. He ended up coming back the next month, having had 30 days paid leave for no particular reason. Roy’s name was on the bottom of the form, though he didn’t remember signing off on it. That’s because Brieda had slipped the paper into the middle of his pile and the Colonel hadn’t even glanced at what he was signing.
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This next one is right after that last section and was one of my favorite things to write in a very long time.
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A Brigadier General got a ceremony when he was promoted. Mustang’s ceremony reminded Ed of a wedding he had seen once, sans the bride of course. Mustang sat at the head of a table during the meal, in which several men gave short, stupid toasts. Afterward, people whom Edward dubbed as yellow-bellied suck-ups proceeded to attempt the crushing of Mustang’s shaking hand - why did all low ranking officials think breaking fingers meant they’d be favored by the one with the broken fingers? - and congratulate him. Mustang took it all in stride, shaking their hand back - his fingers couldn’t crush, but he had his Flint gloves on, so they could scratch “unintentionally.”
But he seemed tired to Ed’s eyes. Tired and broken, like the man at the wedding Ed had witnessed. He looked defeated, but only for a few seconds when one of the suck-ups walked away and the next hadn’t realized that the new Lieutenant General was free. After seeing this expression ten times in twenty minutes, Edward decided to intervene.
He didn’t care about the General, though. He just hated the suck-ups.
So, in what can only be described as an Ed-like way, he walked over to Mustang and began speaking to him. He didn’t really think about what he was saying because it wasn’t for Roy’s benefit.
“Excuse me!”
It was a Second Lieutenant this time, an old one. He had a scruffy beard and cropped hair and Ed was sure Roy wanted nothing more than being rid of this man. So when he said that, apparently offended that Ed would interrupt him, Edward just rolled his eyes towards the man.
“You’re wearing your aiguillettes wrong,” he said, making his voice as bored as he could.
“My what!?”
It was too easy sometimes. Edward rolled his eyes for real this time, reaching out and plucking at the braided cords hanging from the man’s shoulder.
“The braids? They’re called aiguillettes and your arm goes through them, not behind them.”
The man looked livid, his face a shade of red that Edward honestly had rarely seen on human beings. He looked like he just may explode (and not figuratively) before he turned on his heel and stalked off.
Unable to resist, Ed called out after him, “That’s not the proper way to execute an about face either!”
The man tripped on his way through the doors.
Turning around, Ed was met with the startled yet amused face of Lieutenant General Roy Mustang.
“You don’t think that may have been a bit rude?” Roy asked in such a voice that Edward knew he didn’t care.
“If I know you’re wearing your uniform wrong, then you deserve what you get,” Ed replied.
Mustang chuckled, though it seemed slightly forced. Ed, now standing more beside the man than in front of him, glanced sideways at Roy.
“I’ll distract them,” Ed jerked his head at the small group of higher ups congregating a short distance away, “if you want to get out of here.”
The older man looked startled and stared down at his subordinate.
“Edward, are you suggesting that I ditch my own promotion party?”
“I’ll come with, if you’re chicken.”
This time Mustang’s laugh was completely natural. It took him a moment to calm himself and though his smile faded, a grin lingered at the corners of his lips.
“One more hour of this and I’ll take you up on that offer, but I can’t duck out until after they present me with my new uniform. I’ll hardly be missed then.”
And so Edward spent the next hour chatting with Roy and those that approached the pair. Ed was pleased to note that he was some sort of coward repellent as few dared to approach Mustang with his young, hot-headed alchemist at his side.
Ah, finally his outbursts paid off.
He hadn't had one recently, of course. He had mostly grown out of them- literally. He now stood just under eye-to-eye with Roy, making his glare much more potent. He didn't feel like using it now, of course. Not when Grosow was in his line of sight. The man was slowly making his way to them, but he kept getting distracted by the same yellow-bellied suck-ups that Edward was so effectively repelling.
Grosow seemed to be a magnet for them. Ed wondered what would happen when they got close. Would the cowards stick closer to the Fuhrer or would they scatter at a few sharp looks from the FullMetal Alchemist?
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This next piece is from much ealier than the last two. Think after the stake, Hawkeye, Havoc, Black Hayate, disreputable woman, ammunition, automail incident. Like, right after.
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"I'm resigning."
Roy looked up from whatever report he had been going over, clearly started.
"Well, Full Metal, I understand if you're feeling overworked. I can see about lightening your load a bit, even give you some time of leave to relax-"
"I don't have a lightened load, I want to resign"
Roy, still clearly troubled, tried again.
"Why don't you take that time of leave and think this through. It's a big decision to make."
"I don't need to think things through, I want to resign."
Roy sighed and opened a drawer in his desk.
"Very well, Full Metal. I suppose I should have seen this coming."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Ed grabbed the paper that he had started filling out and threw it as far as possible.
Unfortunately, as it was only a piece of paper, it ended up floating down to the ground next to him. Roy watched it sink down with mild fascination then returned his one eyed gaze back to the blond before him.
"I was filling out a resignation request to take you out of the records."
"Yea, I figured that out. Why?"
Roy just stared at him blankly.
“Edward, do you remember why you came into my office?” he asked slowly.
His response was two furious amber eyes.
“I’m not stupid Mustang.” Ed spat out the name like a curse.
Roy was completely lost
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I hope to write more on this later. That last scene was pretty fun to write too.
I like to think someone will comment someday TT_TT
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Nearly ten years had passed since the death of Fuhrer Bradley. The first few years found the military unstable; it went through four new Fuhrers until it finally stabilized (with the help of thousands of officers that couldn’t bare the collapse of the entire Amestris government). Over the years, several key players in the Reconstruction - as it was dubbed by the civilians - rose through the ranks, while those who presented problems and were overall roadblocks found themselves demoted or discharged immediately. The military was a fragile thing these days.
Which was why Edward Elric found himself being sent, once again, to dismiss another group of trouble makers. This had been half his work since he decided to reclaim his position in the crumbling institution. Ed felt he could do some good here, help rebuild the government. Maybe if he was part of the Reconstruction, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing in the future.
Maybe, one day, being the dog of the military would not be such a bad thing.
It was the only thing that kept him going on days like this. Days when he would go around and say, “Hey, the military has a problem with you, get lost.” Not technically what he was advised to say - Hawkeye had actually instructed him to be much more tactful and not at all himself as these soldiers were considered rogues and generally had guns. Of course, he had never been afraid of guns and Fury had a nice scar over his left eye to prove it.
And that was why he was sent out. Different Lieutenant Generals were given different jobs to hand out to be “more efficient” - the current Fuhrer, Grosow, liked “efficiency,” which Ed quite frankly thought was just another term for laziness - and his Lieutenant General decided the newly appointed Colonel deserved this job. Of course, his Lieutenant General would not allow him any subordinates, so Edward found himself doing all of the work himself.
This was because his Lieutenant General was none other than Roy Mustang.
Mustang, of course, kept his sense of humor after the Event - dubbed such by Ed so he didn’t have to think about what it really was. There was a period where he lost it, of course, right after. He lost everything right after. It took Hawkeye, Black Hayate, a steak dinner, Havoc, a rather disreputable woman, Edward’s old automail, and a lot of ammunition to get him out of that depression, but it made for a story that they would never, ever tell again. And those were just loads of fun to have in your past.
Once he was knocked out of that stupor (and had his promotion to Brigadier General made permanent due to his part in stopping the “homunculus invasion”) he went right back to being the bastard he’d always been.
After he promoted Edward to Lieutenant Colonel that is. It had been the surprise of Ed’s life. No one had expected it; it wasn’t like Roy disliked having complete control over Ed - it amused him to no end, Brieda had explained to him once. The autonomy of a Lieutenant Colonel would greatly restrict his control. But it didn’t happen like that.
Because he wasn’t allowed subordinates.
“It’s a symbolic promotion,” Mustang had said as he finished shelving his texts. He had moved into an new, bigger office in central after his promotion. That was fine to Ed, as it meant it was much easier to find and more satisfying to slam the door of. It resounded for entire minutes.
“What the hell's a symbolic promotion?” Ed had asked, ready to symbolically pound the man’s head in. It would be a symbol of his anger. On Roy’s face.
“It means that I’m acknowledging your work, but you are still first and foremost another one of my officers that I plan to use to my full advantage.”
Edward understood that, someplace in his head he did. It was perfectly logical and would help Roy reach that level that was just over that next horizon.
He still found himself fingering the release switch on his right arm, wondering if he should throw it at Roy and run before the man knew what had happened. That would be childish though.
And he was fairly sure Mustang wasn’t above melting down his automail.
So today, promoted once more - right after Mustang became promoted to Lieutenant General - Ed found himself sending many young men (and women) back home with dishonorable discharges. He had finally finished this long tedious task only to remember he had a mountain of paper work back at his desk. Joy.
That was the other half of his work these days. He had never realized how much he would miss those adventures, those life or death situations that caused him so much grief at the time.
He also kind of missed being the hero. It boosted his ego in ways he’d never realized - sure, he had been pretty arrogant for most of those years, but he had been happy to be arrogant. And everyone knew Mustang enjoyed his arrogance, so it wasn't too bad that Ed had liked his.
Upon returning to the office, he made his weary way to his desk. That’s all he got. A desk. Mustang had had an office and a team of underlings as a Colonel, as well as all sorts of other privileges.
When Edward was promoted to Colonel, he got a desk.
He supposed that was better than nothing. When he was a Lieutenant Colonel, he had all the paperwork and no desk. That had sucked.
On his desk, like most other days, was a small hill of paperwork. It was even more tedious than dismissing rogues as all most pages needed were his initials. Initials, not even his full name. Today was no different. The first twenty pages or so just needed a quick Col. E.E. at the bottom. Edward didn’t see how this really did anything as there could easily be a Colonel Evan Eldridge or something similar. Maybe Roy would pass them on to more underlings who would then stamp each page with the office.
He didn’t read any of the papers, of course. This pissed off Hawkeye often, as she had to go through everything before hand to make sure he wasn’t signing something detrimental. Roy had done the same thing when he was Colonel, Hawkeye loved to inform him. She had just let him go on like that until one day Brieda didn’t show up for work. He wasn’t in the next day, either, or anytime that week. He ended up coming back the next month, having had 30 days paid leave for no particular reason. Roy’s name was on the bottom of the form, though he didn’t remember signing off on it. That’s because Brieda had slipped the paper into the middle of his pile and the Colonel hadn’t even glanced at what he was signing.
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This next one is right after that last section and was one of my favorite things to write in a very long time.
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A Brigadier General got a ceremony when he was promoted. Mustang’s ceremony reminded Ed of a wedding he had seen once, sans the bride of course. Mustang sat at the head of a table during the meal, in which several men gave short, stupid toasts. Afterward, people whom Edward dubbed as yellow-bellied suck-ups proceeded to attempt the crushing of Mustang’s shaking hand - why did all low ranking officials think breaking fingers meant they’d be favored by the one with the broken fingers? - and congratulate him. Mustang took it all in stride, shaking their hand back - his fingers couldn’t crush, but he had his Flint gloves on, so they could scratch “unintentionally.”
But he seemed tired to Ed’s eyes. Tired and broken, like the man at the wedding Ed had witnessed. He looked defeated, but only for a few seconds when one of the suck-ups walked away and the next hadn’t realized that the new Lieutenant General was free. After seeing this expression ten times in twenty minutes, Edward decided to intervene.
He didn’t care about the General, though. He just hated the suck-ups.
So, in what can only be described as an Ed-like way, he walked over to Mustang and began speaking to him. He didn’t really think about what he was saying because it wasn’t for Roy’s benefit.
“Excuse me!”
It was a Second Lieutenant this time, an old one. He had a scruffy beard and cropped hair and Ed was sure Roy wanted nothing more than being rid of this man. So when he said that, apparently offended that Ed would interrupt him, Edward just rolled his eyes towards the man.
“You’re wearing your aiguillettes wrong,” he said, making his voice as bored as he could.
“My what!?”
It was too easy sometimes. Edward rolled his eyes for real this time, reaching out and plucking at the braided cords hanging from the man’s shoulder.
“The braids? They’re called aiguillettes and your arm goes through them, not behind them.”
The man looked livid, his face a shade of red that Edward honestly had rarely seen on human beings. He looked like he just may explode (and not figuratively) before he turned on his heel and stalked off.
Unable to resist, Ed called out after him, “That’s not the proper way to execute an about face either!”
The man tripped on his way through the doors.
Turning around, Ed was met with the startled yet amused face of Lieutenant General Roy Mustang.
“You don’t think that may have been a bit rude?” Roy asked in such a voice that Edward knew he didn’t care.
“If I know you’re wearing your uniform wrong, then you deserve what you get,” Ed replied.
Mustang chuckled, though it seemed slightly forced. Ed, now standing more beside the man than in front of him, glanced sideways at Roy.
“I’ll distract them,” Ed jerked his head at the small group of higher ups congregating a short distance away, “if you want to get out of here.”
The older man looked startled and stared down at his subordinate.
“Edward, are you suggesting that I ditch my own promotion party?”
“I’ll come with, if you’re chicken.”
This time Mustang’s laugh was completely natural. It took him a moment to calm himself and though his smile faded, a grin lingered at the corners of his lips.
“One more hour of this and I’ll take you up on that offer, but I can’t duck out until after they present me with my new uniform. I’ll hardly be missed then.”
And so Edward spent the next hour chatting with Roy and those that approached the pair. Ed was pleased to note that he was some sort of coward repellent as few dared to approach Mustang with his young, hot-headed alchemist at his side.
Ah, finally his outbursts paid off.
He hadn't had one recently, of course. He had mostly grown out of them- literally. He now stood just under eye-to-eye with Roy, making his glare much more potent. He didn't feel like using it now, of course. Not when Grosow was in his line of sight. The man was slowly making his way to them, but he kept getting distracted by the same yellow-bellied suck-ups that Edward was so effectively repelling.
Grosow seemed to be a magnet for them. Ed wondered what would happen when they got close. Would the cowards stick closer to the Fuhrer or would they scatter at a few sharp looks from the FullMetal Alchemist?
~
This next piece is from much ealier than the last two. Think after the stake, Hawkeye, Havoc, Black Hayate, disreputable woman, ammunition, automail incident. Like, right after.
~
"I'm resigning."
Roy looked up from whatever report he had been going over, clearly started.
"Well, Full Metal, I understand if you're feeling overworked. I can see about lightening your load a bit, even give you some time of leave to relax-"
"I don't have a lightened load, I want to resign"
Roy, still clearly troubled, tried again.
"Why don't you take that time of leave and think this through. It's a big decision to make."
"I don't need to think things through, I want to resign."
Roy sighed and opened a drawer in his desk.
"Very well, Full Metal. I suppose I should have seen this coming."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Ed grabbed the paper that he had started filling out and threw it as far as possible.
Unfortunately, as it was only a piece of paper, it ended up floating down to the ground next to him. Roy watched it sink down with mild fascination then returned his one eyed gaze back to the blond before him.
"I was filling out a resignation request to take you out of the records."
"Yea, I figured that out. Why?"
Roy just stared at him blankly.
“Edward, do you remember why you came into my office?” he asked slowly.
His response was two furious amber eyes.
“I’m not stupid Mustang.” Ed spat out the name like a curse.
Roy was completely lost
~
I hope to write more on this later. That last scene was pretty fun to write too.
Excuse me for the lack of ramen, sir, I wasn't expecting such an intrusion at this hour...
So I've been thinking about it for a few hours and I've decided I'm going to post my most in character fanfic ever. Unfortunately, it isn't finished and I never really knew where it was going when it started and I'm having trouble getting back into the zone to finish it, so maybe one of my someday readers can help me out?
This is another fic that was inspired by me realizing the first sentence. Most of my fics are thought up that way, by me all of a sudden thinking a sentence and then just going at it.
What's really fun is that this hints towards things I've had in my kakairu fics (even though I wrote this about 3 years before I wrote any of my kakairu stuff).
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Naruto was confused.
Now, this wasn’t an unusual occurrence, so there wasn’t really any reason to be up in arms about it. The blonde container for the nine-tailed fox found himself confused often.
What was unusual was the situation that caused this confusion.
30 minutes ago . . .
For once in his life, Naruto was the first to show up at a meeting place. He was quite proud of himself. Sasuke bastard wasn’t sulking around yet, Sakura wasn’t fawning over him (though Naruto sure wished sometimes that she would fawn over him, too) (or only), and Kakashi sensei wasn’t being a pervert with lame excuses… or at least, not here.
“It’s good to be the only one here,” Naruto thought as he plopped down in front of a tree.
There was a brief moment of doubt in which he thought maybe he wasn’t really the first there, maybe they had left without him!
That thought was put to rest as a dark set of spikes just barely came into view over the bridge. Soon, all of Sasuke was seen over the bridge they met at everyday in all his dark, sulking glory. Just like everyday, he stalked forward until he could just casually lean against a support beam of the bridge.
Naruto glared his best glare at him, the one that made him look foxy, the same one that pissed Sasuke off. Sasuke bastard glared back, his looking a lot less cool in Naruto’s opinion.
So much for being the only one there.
“What the hell’s your problem, moron?”
The blonde’s glare instantly intensified.
“What’s it to you bastard?” he asked, grabbing his ankles. He rocked back and forth for a minute, trying to think of a wittier comeback. “Why are you late anyway? Shouldn’t a perfect bastard like you always be on time?”
Sasuke sniffed, looking someplace to the side instead of at Naruto.
“What’s a dead last like you doing here early?”
Blue irises temporarily showed themselves as the boy studied his dark haired companion.
“You antsy, Sasuke bastard? What’s up?”
Dark eyes flashed red as he glanced back at Naruto.
“Nothings up. Maybe I just don’t feel like humoring an idiot this early in the morning.”
Naruto didn’t believe him, but he wasn’t sure how to approach the subject so he just went back to that foxish glare of his.
It was strange of him to worry about the Uchiha (usually he only worried about himself, Sakura, and Iruka), but he was being weird this morning.
And Sakura still wasn’t here.
“You know,” he said after a while, leaning far back so he could study the boy from a few inches farther away, “you’ve been weird ever since our last mission. Is this about that?”
Sasuke, twitched, but didn’t give any other response.
“Is it ‘cause Kakashi thought it’d be funny to make you learn the sexy jutsu?”
Those dark eyes glared at him again, but, again, no verbal response.
“Is it ‘cause Sakura ignored you for the rest of the night?”
A slight smirk answered him this time.
Naruto scowled when he realized why.
“Is it ‘cause you’re a royal bastard and couldn’t stand sharing a room with someone so unworthy of the air around you?” he gritted out, sarcasm dripping from his words.
The dark glare returned, even more intense than before.
“That’s it then? You’re such a big jerk that you can’t even share a room with your own teammate without getting into a funk?”
A strangled noise left the other boy as he stood up straight, fists clenched.
“You’re a moron, you know that?” He ground out, suddenly furious.
With that, he dashed away, back over the bridge. A startled gasp was heard when Sasuke nearly knocked over Sakura, who was just now arriving.
Now…
And now, Naruto stood confused. Sakura, also unsure of how to process this, glared at him. Turning on her heel, with every intention of following the child prodigy, she was startled for the second time since waking. This time she did fall down.
“Kakashi sensei?! Y-your on time?!”
The sensei in question gave her a lazy look before turning to Naruto.
“Well,” he stated dryly. “Aren’t you going to run after him?”
Giving his teacher a bewildered look (really, the pervert acted as if it wasn’t a sign of the apocalypse that he was on time!), the blonde only hesitated for a second before doing just as Kakashi had round about-ly ordered him.
Three days ago…
“So, we’re to go to a neighboring village and deliver this very urgent message to an inn keeper,” Kakashi drawled, and it was clear he hardly thought the message to be urgent.
“The sender probably just didn’t make it in time to the post office for over night delivery,” Naruto muttered.
Beside him, Sasuke scoffed.
“For once I agree with the idiot.”
Naruto, unsure of how to take that comment, settled for looking at his dark haired teammate with a suspicious glare. A smirk and two raised brows greeted him.
“How far is this village?” Sakura asked, unknowingly cutting off a slowly forming fight between
the boys.
Kakashi shrugged.
“Far enough that we may want to camp out on the way back.”
Twin groans filled the momentary silence following.
“I can’t sleep in the forest with boys!” Sakura cried, red faced.
“I didn’t even bring along a cup ramen,” Naruto whined.
“Why the hell didn’t you have us bring a change of clothes?!”
The rest of his team turned to face the Uchiha. Green and blue eyes widened as they processed what he said and a single black eye turned into a happy arc.
“I guess you’ll just have to wear the same clothes tomorrow, Sasuke,” he said cheerfully.
This time the two groans were accompanied by a low curse.
Several hours later (still three days ago)…
Team 7 reached the inn just after sundown. The three teenagers glowered at their still (most likely) grinning sensei.
“Oh, thank you so very much,” the inn keeper, a fairly young woman, said bowing several times to the group of ninja.
“It was nothing but a walk in the park,” Kakashi stated, his eye looking mischievous, if Naruto knew anything about his teacher. “Er, a walk in the forest actually.”
The young woman laughed, a pink hue on hercheeks. Seeing where this was going, Sasuke decided to cut in.
“Hey, Kakashi sensei, don’t you think she looks like Iruka-sensei?”
The Copy nin’s smiling eye twitched and he straightened from his slouched position.
“I think you need your eyes checked Sasuke,” he muttered unhappily, cutting off Naruto's scandalized cry before it could start. After a moment, he sighed and begrudgingly said, “I suppose we should start heading back though.”
The inn keeper looked disappointed for all of a second before her face brightened again.
“Why don’t you stay here for the night, it’s far too late to reach Konoha tonight.”
And the grin returned to Kakashi’s face… er, eye.
Fifteen minutes after that…
The inn keeper, whose name was Kouki, had the cook prepare a quick meal for them. She said it was out of gratitude for getting the parcel to her so soon. The genin had been disgusted to find out that the very urgent message had been a birthday card made by Kouki’s younger sister, which was already a week and a half late. Kakashi, of course, completely ignored the important facts and wished her a very happy birthday in such a tone that the young woman’s face broke out into a violent blush.
“Hey, lady, how old’re you now then?” Naruto asked, blunt as ever and seeing nothing wrong with that.
Kouki barely glanced at him before saying “Twenty-three” in a rather dismissive voice before laying all her attention on the eldest of the group.
“So, Kouki, how long have you been in charge here?” Kakashi questioned, chin resting against his hand.
Sasuke snorted, staring at his bowl of rice far too intently. Naruto looked at him curiously, wondering what the hell was wrong with the bastard. Sure, Kakashi sensei was acting like a real weirdo, but he was always weird or a pervert. At least he wasn’t hitting on Kouki or anything like that.
“What’s your problem?” Naruto muttered, barely resisting the urge to kick Sasuke under the table. It would be rude to make a fuss in front of civilians.
That, and Sakura had nearly stabbed him with her chopsticks the last time he kicked Sasuke in front of her.
“You are,” Sasuke retorted, being far more conspicuous than Naruto had been if he could say so himself.
Naruto scowled then, looking down at his own food. For a moment, he and Sasuke were identical in countenance and pose. Unfortunately, that moment was long enough for their sensei to notice his sullen students.
“Naruto, Sasuke, if you’re going to be rude, you can just go to your room right now.”
Eyes wide, Naruto shoveled as much food into his mouth as possible. He wasn’t being sent to bed on an empty stomach.
“Our room?” Sasuke asked, still ignoring his food. “We’re sharing?”
Kakashi nodded, looking extremely not amused.
“Generous Kouki here can only afford to give us two rooms. I can’t put Naruto in with Sakura because we all know what would happen there. I can’t put Sakura in with you for similar reasons. So you and Naruto will be bunking together and Sakura will get the other room.”
“And you?” Sasuke challenged.
By now, Sakura and Naruto were listening closely, both disheartened by Kakashi’s speech. They all were nervous when he smiled suddenly.
“I’ll sleep in a tree. Like a real ninja would.”
Sakura and Naruto blanched. Sasuke was unmoved, though his sullenness seemed even deeper, if that were possible.
Now…
“Sasuke bastard, wait up!” Naruto shouted, not considering that Sasuke might not appreciate the name calling at such a time.
Sasuke ignored him.
"What the hells your problem!?"
Suddenly, Naruto collided with the Uchiha's back. Why the hell was he stopping!?
They tumbled over, Naruto on top of Sasuke then Sasuke on top of Naruto until they weren't caught up in fall as much as wrestling it out. Naruto wasn't really sure what was going on, he just knew that Sasuke had tried to elbow him in the ribs so he dug his knee into the jerk's stomach.
And then Naruto yowled as Sasuke grabbed his hair and pulled. Hard. He kicked the Uzumaki in the knee and flung himself away.
Naruto wasn't sure what to make of this development. Sasuke had never fought dirty before. If they started wrestling, they would do just that. Wrestle around for a while and then they'd unofficially call a truce by calling each other moron and bastard and that was that.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Naruto peered over at his teammate.
Sasuke was standing against a tree, eyes wide and staring at Naruto in horror.
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Sorry, but that's all I have for now.
This is another fic that was inspired by me realizing the first sentence. Most of my fics are thought up that way, by me all of a sudden thinking a sentence and then just going at it.
What's really fun is that this hints towards things I've had in my kakairu fics (even though I wrote this about 3 years before I wrote any of my kakairu stuff).
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Naruto was confused.
Now, this wasn’t an unusual occurrence, so there wasn’t really any reason to be up in arms about it. The blonde container for the nine-tailed fox found himself confused often.
What was unusual was the situation that caused this confusion.
30 minutes ago . . .
For once in his life, Naruto was the first to show up at a meeting place. He was quite proud of himself. Sasuke bastard wasn’t sulking around yet, Sakura wasn’t fawning over him (though Naruto sure wished sometimes that she would fawn over him, too) (or only), and Kakashi sensei wasn’t being a pervert with lame excuses… or at least, not here.
“It’s good to be the only one here,” Naruto thought as he plopped down in front of a tree.
There was a brief moment of doubt in which he thought maybe he wasn’t really the first there, maybe they had left without him!
That thought was put to rest as a dark set of spikes just barely came into view over the bridge. Soon, all of Sasuke was seen over the bridge they met at everyday in all his dark, sulking glory. Just like everyday, he stalked forward until he could just casually lean against a support beam of the bridge.
Naruto glared his best glare at him, the one that made him look foxy, the same one that pissed Sasuke off. Sasuke bastard glared back, his looking a lot less cool in Naruto’s opinion.
So much for being the only one there.
“What the hell’s your problem, moron?”
The blonde’s glare instantly intensified.
“What’s it to you bastard?” he asked, grabbing his ankles. He rocked back and forth for a minute, trying to think of a wittier comeback. “Why are you late anyway? Shouldn’t a perfect bastard like you always be on time?”
Sasuke sniffed, looking someplace to the side instead of at Naruto.
“What’s a dead last like you doing here early?”
Blue irises temporarily showed themselves as the boy studied his dark haired companion.
“You antsy, Sasuke bastard? What’s up?”
Dark eyes flashed red as he glanced back at Naruto.
“Nothings up. Maybe I just don’t feel like humoring an idiot this early in the morning.”
Naruto didn’t believe him, but he wasn’t sure how to approach the subject so he just went back to that foxish glare of his.
It was strange of him to worry about the Uchiha (usually he only worried about himself, Sakura, and Iruka), but he was being weird this morning.
And Sakura still wasn’t here.
“You know,” he said after a while, leaning far back so he could study the boy from a few inches farther away, “you’ve been weird ever since our last mission. Is this about that?”
Sasuke, twitched, but didn’t give any other response.
“Is it ‘cause Kakashi thought it’d be funny to make you learn the sexy jutsu?”
Those dark eyes glared at him again, but, again, no verbal response.
“Is it ‘cause Sakura ignored you for the rest of the night?”
A slight smirk answered him this time.
Naruto scowled when he realized why.
“Is it ‘cause you’re a royal bastard and couldn’t stand sharing a room with someone so unworthy of the air around you?” he gritted out, sarcasm dripping from his words.
The dark glare returned, even more intense than before.
“That’s it then? You’re such a big jerk that you can’t even share a room with your own teammate without getting into a funk?”
A strangled noise left the other boy as he stood up straight, fists clenched.
“You’re a moron, you know that?” He ground out, suddenly furious.
With that, he dashed away, back over the bridge. A startled gasp was heard when Sasuke nearly knocked over Sakura, who was just now arriving.
Now…
And now, Naruto stood confused. Sakura, also unsure of how to process this, glared at him. Turning on her heel, with every intention of following the child prodigy, she was startled for the second time since waking. This time she did fall down.
“Kakashi sensei?! Y-your on time?!”
The sensei in question gave her a lazy look before turning to Naruto.
“Well,” he stated dryly. “Aren’t you going to run after him?”
Giving his teacher a bewildered look (really, the pervert acted as if it wasn’t a sign of the apocalypse that he was on time!), the blonde only hesitated for a second before doing just as Kakashi had round about-ly ordered him.
Three days ago…
“So, we’re to go to a neighboring village and deliver this very urgent message to an inn keeper,” Kakashi drawled, and it was clear he hardly thought the message to be urgent.
“The sender probably just didn’t make it in time to the post office for over night delivery,” Naruto muttered.
Beside him, Sasuke scoffed.
“For once I agree with the idiot.”
Naruto, unsure of how to take that comment, settled for looking at his dark haired teammate with a suspicious glare. A smirk and two raised brows greeted him.
“How far is this village?” Sakura asked, unknowingly cutting off a slowly forming fight between
the boys.
Kakashi shrugged.
“Far enough that we may want to camp out on the way back.”
Twin groans filled the momentary silence following.
“I can’t sleep in the forest with boys!” Sakura cried, red faced.
“I didn’t even bring along a cup ramen,” Naruto whined.
“Why the hell didn’t you have us bring a change of clothes?!”
The rest of his team turned to face the Uchiha. Green and blue eyes widened as they processed what he said and a single black eye turned into a happy arc.
“I guess you’ll just have to wear the same clothes tomorrow, Sasuke,” he said cheerfully.
This time the two groans were accompanied by a low curse.
Several hours later (still three days ago)…
Team 7 reached the inn just after sundown. The three teenagers glowered at their still (most likely) grinning sensei.
“Oh, thank you so very much,” the inn keeper, a fairly young woman, said bowing several times to the group of ninja.
“It was nothing but a walk in the park,” Kakashi stated, his eye looking mischievous, if Naruto knew anything about his teacher. “Er, a walk in the forest actually.”
The young woman laughed, a pink hue on hercheeks. Seeing where this was going, Sasuke decided to cut in.
“Hey, Kakashi sensei, don’t you think she looks like Iruka-sensei?”
The Copy nin’s smiling eye twitched and he straightened from his slouched position.
“I think you need your eyes checked Sasuke,” he muttered unhappily, cutting off Naruto's scandalized cry before it could start. After a moment, he sighed and begrudgingly said, “I suppose we should start heading back though.”
The inn keeper looked disappointed for all of a second before her face brightened again.
“Why don’t you stay here for the night, it’s far too late to reach Konoha tonight.”
And the grin returned to Kakashi’s face… er, eye.
Fifteen minutes after that…
The inn keeper, whose name was Kouki, had the cook prepare a quick meal for them. She said it was out of gratitude for getting the parcel to her so soon. The genin had been disgusted to find out that the very urgent message had been a birthday card made by Kouki’s younger sister, which was already a week and a half late. Kakashi, of course, completely ignored the important facts and wished her a very happy birthday in such a tone that the young woman’s face broke out into a violent blush.
“Hey, lady, how old’re you now then?” Naruto asked, blunt as ever and seeing nothing wrong with that.
Kouki barely glanced at him before saying “Twenty-three” in a rather dismissive voice before laying all her attention on the eldest of the group.
“So, Kouki, how long have you been in charge here?” Kakashi questioned, chin resting against his hand.
Sasuke snorted, staring at his bowl of rice far too intently. Naruto looked at him curiously, wondering what the hell was wrong with the bastard. Sure, Kakashi sensei was acting like a real weirdo, but he was always weird or a pervert. At least he wasn’t hitting on Kouki or anything like that.
“What’s your problem?” Naruto muttered, barely resisting the urge to kick Sasuke under the table. It would be rude to make a fuss in front of civilians.
That, and Sakura had nearly stabbed him with her chopsticks the last time he kicked Sasuke in front of her.
“You are,” Sasuke retorted, being far more conspicuous than Naruto had been if he could say so himself.
Naruto scowled then, looking down at his own food. For a moment, he and Sasuke were identical in countenance and pose. Unfortunately, that moment was long enough for their sensei to notice his sullen students.
“Naruto, Sasuke, if you’re going to be rude, you can just go to your room right now.”
Eyes wide, Naruto shoveled as much food into his mouth as possible. He wasn’t being sent to bed on an empty stomach.
“Our room?” Sasuke asked, still ignoring his food. “We’re sharing?”
Kakashi nodded, looking extremely not amused.
“Generous Kouki here can only afford to give us two rooms. I can’t put Naruto in with Sakura because we all know what would happen there. I can’t put Sakura in with you for similar reasons. So you and Naruto will be bunking together and Sakura will get the other room.”
“And you?” Sasuke challenged.
By now, Sakura and Naruto were listening closely, both disheartened by Kakashi’s speech. They all were nervous when he smiled suddenly.
“I’ll sleep in a tree. Like a real ninja would.”
Sakura and Naruto blanched. Sasuke was unmoved, though his sullenness seemed even deeper, if that were possible.
Now…
“Sasuke bastard, wait up!” Naruto shouted, not considering that Sasuke might not appreciate the name calling at such a time.
Sasuke ignored him.
"What the hells your problem!?"
Suddenly, Naruto collided with the Uchiha's back. Why the hell was he stopping!?
They tumbled over, Naruto on top of Sasuke then Sasuke on top of Naruto until they weren't caught up in fall as much as wrestling it out. Naruto wasn't really sure what was going on, he just knew that Sasuke had tried to elbow him in the ribs so he dug his knee into the jerk's stomach.
And then Naruto yowled as Sasuke grabbed his hair and pulled. Hard. He kicked the Uzumaki in the knee and flung himself away.
Naruto wasn't sure what to make of this development. Sasuke had never fought dirty before. If they started wrestling, they would do just that. Wrestle around for a while and then they'd unofficially call a truce by calling each other moron and bastard and that was that.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Naruto peered over at his teammate.
Sasuke was standing against a tree, eyes wide and staring at Naruto in horror.
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Sorry, but that's all I have for now.
I'm afraid there has been a problem with your order...
I've been writing all morning (that's a lie, half the time I spent reading fanfiction while I should have been writing) and I just realized I haven't really accomplished anything of value. I have two papers due today (with less than 12 hours to finish them, I have 250 words out of 1000 of one paper and the vague outline of the other. Joy) and I've written more stuff about Kakashi and Iruka than I have about the struggle between animalism and humanity or what sort of educational psychology theories this woman uses on her kindergarteners. Guess that means I should share?
These come from the Naruto Universe I always write in (it might just be canon if Kishimoto doesn't say nay...) I'm not going to say they're good (2 of them were written out of pre-presentation stress and are a bit odd) but they're something, right? I'm hoping to expand upon these ideas if anyone likes them.
Oh, and each of these ficlets (can they even be called that yet?) were inspired by their first sentences. Ironically, the first sentence of the first ficlet is rather misleading, so just take it as an overall description. (And don't ask me what my obsession with them all being drukn was. I just now realized that *facepalm*)
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For six months, Iruka and Kakashi had lived together.
The Academy had finally accepted Iruka’s application to become a teacher and Kakashi was forced to resign his ANBU mask for the first time.
Iruka had gone home that day, unsure if he had ever been so excited about something. Kakashi, ever the conflicting presence, was waiting on the chuunin’s doormat ready to cry, scream, or hurt something.
He hid his depression behind a fake drunk chuckle and reached for Iruka, missing twice on purpose. He was never one for being forward about his problems and the chuunin always figured out something was up when he got too tipsy to see straight.
Iruka, too ecstatic to see anything was wrong, pulled Kakashi to him and laughed.
With a whispered, “let’s go in and celebrate,” Kakashi forgot his own depression for a few short hours.
He slips out of Iruka’s apartment as the young man falls into a drunken slumber. He finds Genma first, who immediately congratulates him for Iruka’s acceptance into the Academy.
The newly appointed special jounin is drunk too- Kakashi realizes- as the man walks straight into a wall.
He leaves the brunette to nurse his cheek (cut open by his senbon in the accident) and muttering about stupid henges that won’t release.
Kakashi doesn’t know how to take this news. He wasn’t happy for Iruka, not really. Why should he be happy for the man to get his dream job when Kakashi just lost his?
But he knows he can’t lose Iruka. Especially not now that there’s nothing else. He had never been alone with himself before. Not really. He’d had his father, then sensei, then ANBU. He’d has his Hound mask. But now he didn’t have that and all he had left was Iruka and he didn’t think it was okay to be angry at the chuunin for getting the job he wanted so he had to figure out a way to be happy for him without really congratulating him or anything.
So he goes to the smith and stops by the haberdashery before realizing the haberdasher won’t have any ribbon. He stops by the Yamanaka Flower Shop and asks the little girl behind the counter if she’d trade him a ribbon for a glimpse at his face. The little girl doesn’t know why this is special, but happily obliges. Kakashi’s just happy no receipts have to be made up- Gai would never leave him be if he found out he spent money in a flower shop. For a bright red ribbon.
Besides, no one would believe Inoichi’s little girl had really seen the Copy Nin’s face.
He tied the ribbon around the key the smith had made him and slipped back into Iruka’s apartment.
Iruka wakes up to a note scribbled on an enveloped, reading:
These come from the Naruto Universe I always write in (it might just be canon if Kishimoto doesn't say nay...) I'm not going to say they're good (2 of them were written out of pre-presentation stress and are a bit odd) but they're something, right? I'm hoping to expand upon these ideas if anyone likes them.
Oh, and each of these ficlets (can they even be called that yet?) were inspired by their first sentences. Ironically, the first sentence of the first ficlet is rather misleading, so just take it as an overall description. (And don't ask me what my obsession with them all being drukn was. I just now realized that *facepalm*)
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For six months, Iruka and Kakashi had lived together.
The Academy had finally accepted Iruka’s application to become a teacher and Kakashi was forced to resign his ANBU mask for the first time.
Iruka had gone home that day, unsure if he had ever been so excited about something. Kakashi, ever the conflicting presence, was waiting on the chuunin’s doormat ready to cry, scream, or hurt something.
He hid his depression behind a fake drunk chuckle and reached for Iruka, missing twice on purpose. He was never one for being forward about his problems and the chuunin always figured out something was up when he got too tipsy to see straight.
Iruka, too ecstatic to see anything was wrong, pulled Kakashi to him and laughed.
With a whispered, “let’s go in and celebrate,” Kakashi forgot his own depression for a few short hours.
He slips out of Iruka’s apartment as the young man falls into a drunken slumber. He finds Genma first, who immediately congratulates him for Iruka’s acceptance into the Academy.
The newly appointed special jounin is drunk too- Kakashi realizes- as the man walks straight into a wall.
He leaves the brunette to nurse his cheek (cut open by his senbon in the accident) and muttering about stupid henges that won’t release.
Kakashi doesn’t know how to take this news. He wasn’t happy for Iruka, not really. Why should he be happy for the man to get his dream job when Kakashi just lost his?
But he knows he can’t lose Iruka. Especially not now that there’s nothing else. He had never been alone with himself before. Not really. He’d had his father, then sensei, then ANBU. He’d has his Hound mask. But now he didn’t have that and all he had left was Iruka and he didn’t think it was okay to be angry at the chuunin for getting the job he wanted so he had to figure out a way to be happy for him without really congratulating him or anything.
So he goes to the smith and stops by the haberdashery before realizing the haberdasher won’t have any ribbon. He stops by the Yamanaka Flower Shop and asks the little girl behind the counter if she’d trade him a ribbon for a glimpse at his face. The little girl doesn’t know why this is special, but happily obliges. Kakashi’s just happy no receipts have to be made up- Gai would never leave him be if he found out he spent money in a flower shop. For a bright red ribbon.
Besides, no one would believe Inoichi’s little girl had really seen the Copy Nin’s face.
He tied the ribbon around the key the smith had made him and slipped back into Iruka’s apartment.
Iruka wakes up to a note scribbled on an enveloped, reading:
Didn't want to ruin your celebration last night.
I thought you might like this.
Nothing else is written, but Iruka knows it's from Kakashi. The key falls out, accented by a bright red bow and Iruka is glad Kakashi isn't there because for a minute he couldn't breathe and for a minute it's just too much. But after that minute there's a grin on his face and he's not sure if it means everything he thinks, but he starts boxing up things and it only takes half a day to move him into Kakashi's place.
Both men are terrified. Iruka, because he's never been in a relationship this serious before- hell, Kakashi had been his only long term relationship to start with.
Kakashi is just terrified that Iruka would find out that they were living together for all the wrong reasons.
And eventually Iruka does find out because when Kakashi's angry, sometimes he can't hold his tongue properly. He's too busy trying to hurt to realize he's screwing himself over and he tells Iruka why he gave him his key, explains that he never wanted to live with the man, he just wanted to reaffirm the relationship without there being actual meaning behind the gesture.
What ninja needed a key?
Iruka, who was never as angry but always angrier somehow, responded that a key is like an engagement ring to nin. Only a social retard could not know that.
The two went their seperate ways at that, Iruka moving into a nicer aparement, not the bachelor's apartment he was given when he became a chuunin. He had more money now, he taunted Kakashi when he started moving out, because he had his dream job.
His box full of underwear and socks somehow went missing- which was rather odd because he had been carrying them himself- as he crossed town to his new place. He found them the next day when he reached the Academy.
Somebody had stapled them together in chains (alternating between socks and underwear and very aware of the different color patterns) and hung them up in his classroom.
Iruka couldn't help but snort at that. Completely juvenile, but it was an action he could understand.
Even though it didn't work out, it had for six months.
Six long, very good months.
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This next ficlet I'm kind of proud of. I really like it but I'm not sure about posting it to ff.net.
It also has a vague reference to a very recent chapter from the manga. First to spy it gets to commission a fic.
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Ninja didn’t date.
It wasn’t something anyone ever mentioned. No one had informed Iruka that the only couples he saw in the market were civilians. Eventually, when he learned to search out chakra and read body movements, he figured it out himself.
With that realization, everything clicked into place.
Ninja didn’t date.
Kurenai and Asuma weren’t dating. They never had, they never would. Someday, after years of this not dating, they might get hitched, but never married. It’d be something quick that only the hokage knew about. Except everyone would know.
It was all semantics really. But there was something very comforting about knowing that he wasn’t dating Kakashi. The man would come to his apartment and he would go to Kakashi’s and sometimes they would do secret things that weren’t so secret but were close, so close.
But they weren’t dating.
If they were, then that means that Kakashi means something and that means that Iruka means something and one of them (Iruka) could be kidnapped and the other (Kakashi) would let him die because a ninja can’t be blackmailed by an enemy.
And if they were dating, when one of them dies on a mission (and Iruka knows that he’s kidding himself when he says he might be the one to die first because really, he hadn’t been on a field mission in over a year and Kakashi was ANBU half the time and that stupid bastard would jump in front of the kunai sooner than risk not being able to knock it out of the way if Iruka didn’t look like he was moving fast enough) it wouldn’t be too bad. A comrade had fallen, but no more than that.
Because they weren’t dating.
And when Iruka breathes this into Kakashi’s ear - “We’re not dating. Not a couple. We’re not. We’re not. We’re not”- as the Copy Nin takes him, they both have to clench their teeth and it’s all that keeps them from saying anything stupid.
And when Iruka sits on his roof on nights when he can’t fall asleep and Kakashi is sitting on a windowsill just around the corner, it’s okay.
Because they aren’t together and they aren’t together. And if they’re not together, then they can’t be hurt.
~
This next one I am still working on and will definitely be put onto ff.net once I finish (and expand) it. Enjoy.
~
Kakashi and Iruka spoke often of fidelity.
Kakashi claimed he couldn’t stay faithful to one person, especially when there was so little to the
relationship as it was.
“We’re more like sex buddies than two people in a committed relationship,” he said one night when the topic came up.
Iruka stared at him and Kakashi didn’t know what it meant; years later, Iruka’s students would come to know this stare very well, identifying it as the challenge it was.
For being a genius, Kakashi would never figure this out about the chuunin.
“Alright,” Iruka had replied. “Sex buddies.”
Three weeks later, Kakashi realized how much more there had been to their relationship than the fun, gropey parts. Those parts were still good but… less, since they were the only thing between the two now.
He wouldn’t admit he was wrong, of course. He wouldn’t allow himself to be humiliated like that. The chuunin thought he was teaching a lesson? Fine. Let him teach his lesson, because Kakashi was used to self-deprivation and emotional pain.
A few more weeks of loneliness were nothing for him.
Iruka did eventually cave, “cornering” Kakashi- who very much let himself be cornered and they both knew it- in the missions room one evening.
He wanted to go back to how they had been nearly two months before. Kakashi pretended to think about it before sighing heavily.
“I guess I can try this monogamous thing.”
Kakashi wasn’t too bad at this monogamous thing, he found.
It was hard at first, but only because it was so instinctual. The day after he and Iruka reconciled, Kakashi was in the Hokage’s Tower when one of his occasional sex partners stretched sensuously before intoning that she might need to go visit a certain broom closet on her way out.
He hadn’t realized what he was doing until his hand closed around the doorknob. Panicking, he disappeared into a cloud of smoke and leaves, reappearing in the middle of the market.
After three more times of almost having something happen, Kakashi realized he needed to do something to curb this habit.
It wasn’t like he wanted to go around sexing up the village. Not this year, at least.
It was just so natural. Back in the day, Watari would tilt his head towards a door and Kakashi would circle around to the window. Toko would open her window as he walked past and ask if he’d like an afternoon snack and he’d go up to meet her.
It wasn’t really planned or thought about. He just did it. Which made it that much harder to not do. Cravings, he could repress. Urges, he could kill.
Instinct? Ninja survived because they constantly followed and trusted their instincts.
So he’d have to curb them, redirect them to something less disastrous to this teetering relationship he found himself in.
That’s why the fourth time he panic-teleported into the middle of the market he noticed that book in the window. A little orange book.
The answer to all his problems.
Kakashi ducked into the little shop, grabbed that wonderful little book, and threw a handful of money at the surprised man behind the counter.
Kakashi didn’t want to risk being tempted again and to the chagrin of every morally upright person in the market on that sunny afternoon, the legendary Copy Nin strolled down the street reading Icha Icha Paradise, renowned for its sheer inappropriateness.
~
Just a note, if you don't recognize a name, I probably make it up. I mean, I didn't want Anko to tilt her head toward an empty room or Gai to invite Kakashi up for an afternoon snack *shudder*
I thought you might like this.
Nothing else is written, but Iruka knows it's from Kakashi. The key falls out, accented by a bright red bow and Iruka is glad Kakashi isn't there because for a minute he couldn't breathe and for a minute it's just too much. But after that minute there's a grin on his face and he's not sure if it means everything he thinks, but he starts boxing up things and it only takes half a day to move him into Kakashi's place.
Both men are terrified. Iruka, because he's never been in a relationship this serious before- hell, Kakashi had been his only long term relationship to start with.
Kakashi is just terrified that Iruka would find out that they were living together for all the wrong reasons.
And eventually Iruka does find out because when Kakashi's angry, sometimes he can't hold his tongue properly. He's too busy trying to hurt to realize he's screwing himself over and he tells Iruka why he gave him his key, explains that he never wanted to live with the man, he just wanted to reaffirm the relationship without there being actual meaning behind the gesture.
What ninja needed a key?
Iruka, who was never as angry but always angrier somehow, responded that a key is like an engagement ring to nin. Only a social retard could not know that.
The two went their seperate ways at that, Iruka moving into a nicer aparement, not the bachelor's apartment he was given when he became a chuunin. He had more money now, he taunted Kakashi when he started moving out, because he had his dream job.
His box full of underwear and socks somehow went missing- which was rather odd because he had been carrying them himself- as he crossed town to his new place. He found them the next day when he reached the Academy.
Somebody had stapled them together in chains (alternating between socks and underwear and very aware of the different color patterns) and hung them up in his classroom.
Iruka couldn't help but snort at that. Completely juvenile, but it was an action he could understand.
Even though it didn't work out, it had for six months.
Six long, very good months.
~
This next ficlet I'm kind of proud of. I really like it but I'm not sure about posting it to ff.net.
It also has a vague reference to a very recent chapter from the manga. First to spy it gets to commission a fic.
~
Ninja didn’t date.
It wasn’t something anyone ever mentioned. No one had informed Iruka that the only couples he saw in the market were civilians. Eventually, when he learned to search out chakra and read body movements, he figured it out himself.
With that realization, everything clicked into place.
Ninja didn’t date.
Kurenai and Asuma weren’t dating. They never had, they never would. Someday, after years of this not dating, they might get hitched, but never married. It’d be something quick that only the hokage knew about. Except everyone would know.
It was all semantics really. But there was something very comforting about knowing that he wasn’t dating Kakashi. The man would come to his apartment and he would go to Kakashi’s and sometimes they would do secret things that weren’t so secret but were close, so close.
But they weren’t dating.
If they were, then that means that Kakashi means something and that means that Iruka means something and one of them (Iruka) could be kidnapped and the other (Kakashi) would let him die because a ninja can’t be blackmailed by an enemy.
And if they were dating, when one of them dies on a mission (and Iruka knows that he’s kidding himself when he says he might be the one to die first because really, he hadn’t been on a field mission in over a year and Kakashi was ANBU half the time and that stupid bastard would jump in front of the kunai sooner than risk not being able to knock it out of the way if Iruka didn’t look like he was moving fast enough) it wouldn’t be too bad. A comrade had fallen, but no more than that.
Because they weren’t dating.
And when Iruka breathes this into Kakashi’s ear - “We’re not dating. Not a couple. We’re not. We’re not. We’re not”- as the Copy Nin takes him, they both have to clench their teeth and it’s all that keeps them from saying anything stupid.
And when Iruka sits on his roof on nights when he can’t fall asleep and Kakashi is sitting on a windowsill just around the corner, it’s okay.
Because they aren’t together and they aren’t together. And if they’re not together, then they can’t be hurt.
~
This next one I am still working on and will definitely be put onto ff.net once I finish (and expand) it. Enjoy.
~
Kakashi and Iruka spoke often of fidelity.
Kakashi claimed he couldn’t stay faithful to one person, especially when there was so little to the
relationship as it was.
“We’re more like sex buddies than two people in a committed relationship,” he said one night when the topic came up.
Iruka stared at him and Kakashi didn’t know what it meant; years later, Iruka’s students would come to know this stare very well, identifying it as the challenge it was.
For being a genius, Kakashi would never figure this out about the chuunin.
“Alright,” Iruka had replied. “Sex buddies.”
Three weeks later, Kakashi realized how much more there had been to their relationship than the fun, gropey parts. Those parts were still good but… less, since they were the only thing between the two now.
He wouldn’t admit he was wrong, of course. He wouldn’t allow himself to be humiliated like that. The chuunin thought he was teaching a lesson? Fine. Let him teach his lesson, because Kakashi was used to self-deprivation and emotional pain.
A few more weeks of loneliness were nothing for him.
Iruka did eventually cave, “cornering” Kakashi- who very much let himself be cornered and they both knew it- in the missions room one evening.
He wanted to go back to how they had been nearly two months before. Kakashi pretended to think about it before sighing heavily.
“I guess I can try this monogamous thing.”
Kakashi wasn’t too bad at this monogamous thing, he found.
It was hard at first, but only because it was so instinctual. The day after he and Iruka reconciled, Kakashi was in the Hokage’s Tower when one of his occasional sex partners stretched sensuously before intoning that she might need to go visit a certain broom closet on her way out.
He hadn’t realized what he was doing until his hand closed around the doorknob. Panicking, he disappeared into a cloud of smoke and leaves, reappearing in the middle of the market.
After three more times of almost having something happen, Kakashi realized he needed to do something to curb this habit.
It wasn’t like he wanted to go around sexing up the village. Not this year, at least.
It was just so natural. Back in the day, Watari would tilt his head towards a door and Kakashi would circle around to the window. Toko would open her window as he walked past and ask if he’d like an afternoon snack and he’d go up to meet her.
It wasn’t really planned or thought about. He just did it. Which made it that much harder to not do. Cravings, he could repress. Urges, he could kill.
Instinct? Ninja survived because they constantly followed and trusted their instincts.
So he’d have to curb them, redirect them to something less disastrous to this teetering relationship he found himself in.
That’s why the fourth time he panic-teleported into the middle of the market he noticed that book in the window. A little orange book.
The answer to all his problems.
Kakashi ducked into the little shop, grabbed that wonderful little book, and threw a handful of money at the surprised man behind the counter.
Kakashi didn’t want to risk being tempted again and to the chagrin of every morally upright person in the market on that sunny afternoon, the legendary Copy Nin strolled down the street reading Icha Icha Paradise, renowned for its sheer inappropriateness.
~
Just a note, if you don't recognize a name, I probably make it up. I mean, I didn't want Anko to tilt her head toward an empty room or Gai to invite Kakashi up for an afternoon snack *shudder*
Bonjour Lecteurs!
Hello readers!
Welcome to Not My Fiction. I'm sure you'll be reading this weeks/months after it was first posted. I mean, how many people just start reading someone's blog on day one?
So, I've decided to start this so I can just write about writing. Most of the time, I'll be writing about my fanfics, I suppose. In fact, I'll probably be posting a bunch of them here along with thoughts or blurbs that someday I hope some of you will comment on and encourage/discourage/help-me-fix them. I think I'll start off by posting the stuff I have so far (different stories/pairings in different posts) and just expand from there. I have a few series that I'm working on (mostly Naruto, but FMA buts its head in every now and then too- oh, who am I kidding. There's one, sometimes 2 FMA stories and then 12 or so Naruto stories).
I think I'll post some of my original stuff too, but I may leave that for my personal blog I'm starting.
We'll, hopefully this will take off once classes end (two weeks from Thursday and I'm done for the semester!!!).
~ Sin Hunter
P.S. If any of you are wondering about the name, think about it for a second. What sort of fiction am I posting on this blog, hmm? ...... See, I knew you could get it!
Welcome to Not My Fiction. I'm sure you'll be reading this weeks/months after it was first posted. I mean, how many people just start reading someone's blog on day one?
So, I've decided to start this so I can just write about writing. Most of the time, I'll be writing about my fanfics, I suppose. In fact, I'll probably be posting a bunch of them here along with thoughts or blurbs that someday I hope some of you will comment on and encourage/discourage/help-me-fix them. I think I'll start off by posting the stuff I have so far (different stories/pairings in different posts) and just expand from there. I have a few series that I'm working on (mostly Naruto, but FMA buts its head in every now and then too- oh, who am I kidding. There's one, sometimes 2 FMA stories and then 12 or so Naruto stories).
I think I'll post some of my original stuff too, but I may leave that for my personal blog I'm starting.
We'll, hopefully this will take off once classes end (two weeks from Thursday and I'm done for the semester!!!).
~ Sin Hunter
P.S. If any of you are wondering about the name, think about it for a second. What sort of fiction am I posting on this blog, hmm? ...... See, I knew you could get it!
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